WHAT THEY DO BELIEVE

WHAT THEY DO BELIEVE

your flagrant lunacy
what it led to

must, I admit,
took me by surprise

left me
speaking to the wind
trying to
survive
the freezing night

reciting
   teaching poetry
to the stones

which firmly,
politely refused
my tutelage

asking what my
Ispecies of death
might
    teach the relics, remnants
of a shrouded sky,
a destroyed world

authors of this and other
litanies of atrocity

tank shells aimed
at a
    six year
old girl

story that tells
it all
      what the rocks
and stones say

what
they do believe